There are any lings we don't understand. U.F.Os for one. And Leylines For another. Leylines, where they cross over, or touch the sea can create a glitch enabling to jump into Nyx; a reality created by the Goddess.

A young man can be seen bringing a basket to the rat breeding nests. Inside are two sleeping rats who are oblivious to what is going on around them. Soft snores could be heard of you were close enough to teh young man. Once he reaches the nest he reaches a hand into the basket. He pulls out a white rat and sets it inside. Then he does the same thing, this time pulling out a beige rat. He then places in some cheese and things rats need, then closes the flap. He then goes away, leaving his rats to do what they will...

The beige rat was the first to wake. She opened her eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. It was dark, which wasn't that unfamiliar. She loved the dark, it was the best time for scurrying around and finding crumbs to snack on. She licked her lips at the though of it. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realized that she was not the only one in this place. There was another sleeping figure beside her. She wondered who it was... no matter, once she figured her way out of this place she would never see them again.Ramla moved her paws, feeling what she was standing on. It felt like straw, and was that a feather? It seemed amazingly like a nest, which was odd... what was she doing in a nest like this? It didn't smell familiar, it wasn't her nest. Was it the others nest then? How had she gotten here? She couldn't remember anything at all. She began to walk around the nest, feeling out the place. Every now and then she looked to make sure the lump in the middle was still rising slowly, then falling just as slowly in the rhythmical pattern of sleep.

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Wyn awoke to the sound of scurrying. His ears swiveled and his nose twitched. He could smell an unfamiliar female. The straw he was laying on was growing itchy. Who was here? Actually, better question, where was he? He was still half asleep when he stood as quietly as possible to look around. The female hadn't noticed he was awake yet. That was good. Suddenly he saw her glowing eyes face his direction. He ducked low as quickly as possible and she turned away. That was close.He thought better of standing and stayed crouched low. Maybe he could get out of here before she noticed. He began to scuffle toward the rim, hoping he would get out. Just then a dust particle flew into his nose and he uttered a small 'achoo!' before he could stop himself.

Ramla's first thought when she heard the sneeze was, 'He's awake!' Her second thought was, 'When did he get up?' She hadn't even noticed his scurrying over her own. Next thing on her mnid was, 'What do I do now?' He was close, she could tell that much by the sound of where the sneeze came from. But if he had kept moving she would have no hope of finding him. She looked around and saw little rat ears sticking up from the straw. Good thing light was beginning to shine into the nest, or else she wouldn't have seen him. She glared at the ears, then crouched low and went after him. She had already been around the whole perimeter and knew that there was no way out for her prey, but there was also no way for her to get out either.

Wyn had stopped dead in his tracks when he sneezed. He had to listen for any sign of the other to locate where she was. She knew where he was and had one up on him. If he would move, she wouldn't be able to find him. Ha, that would through her off. He began to scurry around, zig-zagging through the nest. After some time of doing this, a thought occurred to him. Why was he running from this female? He should want to be with a female. But then another though occurred to him. He didn't know her, that's why he was avoiding her. If he knew who she was, that would have been a different story. While he was thinking these thoughts he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran right into one of the solid wood walls. Ow, that hurt, was his thought. Then he smelled something. Was that cheese? He spun around, following his nose to the source.

Ramla fought back a snicker. After floundering around a bit in the dim lighting, she had had a better idea. What did males like more than female? Cheese. Every male she had ever met loved his cheese. She had once been told that the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Well, her intent was not to get into his heart, only to lure him in and question him. But it was the same idea. If she hid behind the cheese, he wouldn't catch her scent, only the cheese. She peeked around the corner and say him coming right toward her. She ducked low, hiding herself behind the big block as best she could. She had wondered why such a big block had been here, but she hadn't thought on that for along. It was here, and it helped her with her cause. That's all that mattered.

Wyn continued to make his way toward the smell of cheese. His stomach growled, he hadn't realized how hungry he was. He continued to follow his nose until he reached it. He sniffed one more time, smelling pure cheese. Mmmm, did it smell good! A thought occurred to him before he got any closer though, where was the female? Oh, well, maybe she found her way out. It didn't matter, he had his cheese! He sat down beside the block and used his paws to pry a piece from the block. He held it in his paws for a moment, admiring it, before he took a bite. He chewed it, savoring the flavor. It was delicious. But suddenly his vision began to swim. Then he fell to his side, the cheese falling from him paw into the nest. He didn't know what was happening to him. Was the cheese poisoned?

Ramla was ready to watch the white rat engorge himself on cheese. Once stuffed, she would sit on him until the truth came out. If he didn't know anything, then this whole thing would have been a waste of time. She peaked above the cheese and saw him take a bite, then something odd happened. He fell over and started twitching. Ramla gasped. What had she done? She leaped over the cheese and was beside the fallen rat within seconds. She placed her paws on his face and chest, trying to calm him, it seemed to be working, but she couldn't tell.

Suddenly warm paws were on his face and chest. Wyn opened his eyes, which had been shut tight. The other rat was there, trying to calm his com-pulsing body down. The white rat nearly chuckled. He was a great actor, always had been. He closed his eyes. Then he stopped shaking gradually, calming himself down so that the female would not expect what was coming next.

Finally the body beneath her stopped quaking. Ramla pulled her paws back, placing them in her lap. Then she sat there, waiting to see what he would do next. She honestly didn't know what to do or what to think. Had she really given this stranger poisoned cheese? Oh, what if she had killed them? She sighed, patting her fur down as she waited. She wasn't a very patient rat, and this was killing her. Her gaze began to wonder, looking around the small nest. It did look quite cozy.

Wyn continued to lay still and breath evenly. He could do this for as long as possible. He opened and eye to peak at the other. She seemed genuinely worried, like he was dead or something. He felt guilty, but didn't let that get the best of him. After a little bit longer he jumped up and onto the female, knocking her onto her back, into a completely defenseless position. He grinned wickedly. "Gotcha," he said. He then wasn't sure what to do. He wanted information, that's what he wanted, but he didn't know how to get it. He looked down at her face, eyes going down her body. He mentally slapped himself. He was not here to do that. He didn't know why he was here, actually. He shook his head and began his interrogation. "Who are you? How did we get here? Where did you come from? What is this place?" He was so desperate for answers, he needed to know!

Ramla watched as the other stayed calmed down. That was good. She sighed in relief. Now she just had to wait for him to get up. She was about to tap him to wake him up when he jumped up and pinned her down. She squeaked in terror and tried to wiggle free. It was no use, the male was stronger than she was. She continued to wiggle and attempted to bit him, but couldn't get close enough. "Let go of me!" she yelled. "Let go of me!" She tried to get her arms away, but it wasn't working.Just then she was bombarded with questions. The same questions she wanted to ask herself. Well, if he didn't know, then they were both in the dark. She figured she should answer the questions, so he knew she wasn't as hostile as she appeared to be in the beginning. "Well, my name is Ramla," she began. "I have no idea how we got here or why we are here," she spat. "And you're hurting me," she added. His grip on her wrists was so tight she could feel the blood flow to her fingers beginning to ebb.

Wyn was taken aback by that. He was really sure this female knew what was going on. Well, now he didn't know what to do. His jaw dropped, a dumb look on his face. He retreated away from the female, Ramla. "Sorry," he muttered. He sat there, almost muttering to himself. He had been in here too long. He began to rock back and forth.

When Ramla was released she jumped back from the white rat so he couldn't reach her. She glared at him. But then when he backed away she felt bad. She clucked her tongue, making a soothing sound. "There, there," she said. "It's not that bad." She stepped forward and placed a paw on his shoulder, trying to be of some comfort. She didn't know what drove her to do it. Maybe it was her female instincts.

Wyn was was still shaking when Ramla put her hand on him. The warmness of her paw soon calmed him down though. It was nice to feel the touch of another. He couldn't remember the last time this had happened... Slowly he stopped shaking. His pale eyes looked toward Ramla. She was nicer than he had assumed. "I'm Wyn," he said. "W-y-n. Wyn." He liked his name, and he liked to announce the spelling to new animals he met.

Ramla offered a small smile at his introduction. "Nice to meet you, Wyn," she said. Her paw was still on him, so she rubbed her paw around in a comforting motion, kind of like patting someone. She then with drew her paw, feeling a bit embarrassed. She smiled again, looking away. Then she had a thought. Why were they here? She didn't remember the events leading up to this, not at all. Well, they were in a nest, maybe they were supposed to do something? Well, that was an awkward thought. She barely knew Wyn.

Wyn smiled at the other rat. She seemed nice now that he knew she wasn't going to kill him. He was a little disappointed that she had taken her paw away, so he moved a little closer. This close contact with another was nice, he liked it very much. He put a paw around her, hoping she wouldn't pull away. Thoughts whirled through his mind. He hoped she liked him back. If she didn't, he was screwed.

Ramla jumped a little when Wyn put his arm around her. It was more of a surprise than displeasure. She was actually surprised that she liked it. The beige rat smiled and moved closer to him, nuzzling his chest. She breathed in, taking in his warm scent. She put her arms around him in an embrace. She didn't know what was coming over her, only that she was really getting into this guy. She smiled into his soft fur.

Wyn was a little nervous at the way this was going so fast. One second, enemies, the next, well, he wasn't quite sure what they were? Could they be friends? Or was is more than that? Perhaps lovers? Oh, he didn't know. All Wyn knew was that Ramla was in his arms, and it felt good. He wrapped his other arm around her and nuzzled her back. "What now?" he asked gently.

((You actually did scare me a bit there. o_O Good to know you're only here to terrorize me. XD))

A thousand ideas swept through her mind. She kept quiet a little longer, contemplating whar she wanted to say. They were here for a reason. Perhaps one of her ideas was it? "Well," Ramla said. "I have an idea..." She looked up at him. "I don't know if you'll like it or not though..." She flashed him a flirty smile. She wondered if he knew what she was talking about...

Wyn smiled. He knew what she was talking about. It was the one thing on his mind. Her scent had become so intoxicating, fantasies were flying through his mind. "I think I do know what you're talking about..." he said with a glance of his own. He nuzzled her again, smiling into her silky fur, smelling her sweet scent.